this morning at the grocery store i had to endure what felt like 10 minutes of a 30-something dad speaking in an obnoxiously fake british accent with his infant son (whose only vocal capabilities were loud shrieks). when he could have been paying for the groceries the clerk so kindly bagged for him, the dad played a little game with his son that the rest of us in the express line had to endure. the child would shriek in between his dad's overzealous attempt to speak with a british accent while asking his kid "is it in your NOSE? is it on your TOES?"
its the grocery store and there are people waiting. you can do your theater improv in your volvo on the ride home.
